The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready;
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon;160
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged ;
The armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow .
[9.1]
I am there—I help—I came stretch’d atop of the load;
I felt its soft jolts—one leg reclined on the other;
I jump from the cross-beams, and seize the clover and timothy , 165
And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps .
[9.2]
9.
The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready;
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon;160
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged ;
The armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow .
[9.1]
I am there—I help—I came stretch’d atop of the load;
I felt its soft jolts—one leg reclined on the other;
I jump from the cross-beams, and seize the clover and timothy , 165
And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps .
[9.2]
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